Take Me Again (13 page)

"Get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing her.

Without hesitating, she eased down, staring up at him with anticipation on her pretty face. She reached for the waistband of his jeans, but he stepped away. Her brows furrowed, but she didn't speak. Instead she followed him with her gaze as he strolled toward his medical bag. Reaching inside, he extracted a set of horse hobbles that had doubled as handcuffs on several occasions.

Her eyes widened at the neoprene cuffs with buckle closures and two steel rings connected together by a four-inch strap. A smile graced her lips. “Well, aren't you the creative one. What else do you have in that bag of goodies?"

He reached inside and pulled out a flogger. Would she like the sting of leather on her thighs, her ass? What about her breasts? Damn. The thought of her beneath his whip made him hot. He wasn't into sadomasochism, didn't go into cruelty, but he loved branding a woman with his touch. Skin so pink and sensitive. Her expression when pain mixed with pleasure. His clothes felt too tight, especially his jeans.

Her eyes dilated revealing her interest. Fuck. She just kept getting better and better in his mind. She was made for him.

Laying the throngs across his palm and holding the hobbles, he said, “Behave or I just might have to use this."

"Is that what you want or—” she paused, her chest rising and falling with her increased breathing, “—would you like me to be a naughty girl?"

Holy shit. His cock grew impossibly harder.

He closed the distance between them, moving behind her to drop upon his knees. “Naughty.” The whip fell from his hand as he pulled her arms behind her. His hands were shaking as he fastened the hobbles around her wrists. When he was finished he stood to move around and grab her roughly by the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. “I want you naughty, darlin'.” He felt his nostrils flare as he inched closer so their noses touched. “I want those pouty lips to kiss my cock before you suck it into your sweet little mouth."

"Oh God,” she gasped. Lust burned in her eyes like flickering flames.

Releasing her, he pushed his jeans around his knees. His cock sprung free, eager. He couldn't wait a moment longer to feel her warmth surround him. “Take me into your mouth."

Her gaze was pinned on his face as she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to the crown of his erection.

"Take me, darlin'.” He placed his palm on the back of her head, urging her forward. Using her tongue, she stroked a wet path along the edge of his dick. He flinched as shooting rays of heat raced up his shaft. “Don't tease me."

Her laughter was like bells on a breeze. As her tongue swept across his skin once again, he thrust, gliding into her mouth. She gagged on his thickness but didn't pull away. Instead she leaned into him, taking him deeper, her eyes burning with unadulterated hunger. The rapture on her face was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Shards of pleasure shot into his balls. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Suck me."

Her touch was wet and warm, but nothing compared to when her lips closed around him. The pressure was so intense his knees almost buckled. He choked on the breath he swallowed as her tongue swirled around the crown, again and again.

"Oh yeah.” He eased out of her mouth and then back in. Burying his fingers in her hair, he groaned weakly. “Fuck me, darlin'.” Every muscle in his body tightened, as he rocked back and forth against her.

The suckling, moist sounds she made were driving him crazy, and then she moaned. The sound vibrated around him causing his entire shaft to pulse. Her eyes darkened, her cheeks hollowed as her head bobbed in long, deliberate strokes. Each one designed to drive him out of his friggin’ mind. The glide of her tongue, the way she altered the firmness of her lips was amazing. She didn't take her lustful gaze off him as she fucked him, slow then fast and then slow again. The way she was going he wouldn't last long.

A low rumble emerged from the back of his throat. The ache building in his scrotum was nearly more than he could bear. He captured her head, needing to control, slow the pace. Her teeth skimmed along the prominent vein running underneath the length of his dick and the muscles of his abdomen clenched.

"Yeah, baby. That's it.” He forced himself to breath. “Suck it harder."

As she bore down he growled, thrusting against a sharpness that sent his mind whirling. Her teeth were seductive agony. He gingerly eased back to thrust one more time, feeling the back of her throat tickle the slit of his cock. She gagged, whimpering around his fullness, but she didn't pull back. Instead she loosened her jaw and inhaled through her nose, taking him even deeper. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen or felt.

He held perfectly still, balancing on the edge of fulfillment. “Damn, darlin'.” Her eyes were watery but filled with dark lust. He had never had a woman look at him in such a way.

Fuck. What was it about her that made his mind spin with desire?

She started to shift her weight and the movement was almost his downfall.

"Lord, don't move.” He sucked in a breath. “I can't promise I won't come right in your mouth."

But it was too little—too late. Her throat muscles squeezed. She swallowed.

Lord have mercy.

For a moment he couldn't breathe. The pressure was so exquisite as she milked the sensitive head of his cock while stroking him with her velvet smooth tongue. He clenched his teeth, fighting the storm raging inside. He didn't want to come—not yet.

But it was already too late.

She swallowed again and the hold he had on his fragile control shattered. His hips flinched. Lights burst behind his eyelids. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions racing through him, he was almost unaware of his fingers fisting her hair. She cried out around him. But he couldn't think, much less react. Instead he held his breath and savored the liquid heat shooting down his shaft and bathing the back of her throat.

She drank from him. The muscular action in her throat was so sensual—so fuckin’ hot that he couldn't take his gaze off her. His cock jerked several times, each occurrence sending a tremor throughout him.

Now this was heaven.

There was still a burn in his crotch when he eased out of her mouth. “Darlin', you're amazing."

Looking up at him, she licked her swollen lips. The soft glow of passion in her eyes squeezed his chest.

What the hell was wrong with him? How could she so easily arouse tenderness within him? Things were happening too fast. The thought disappeared almost as fast as it rose when she smiled.

Damn. She was adorable and sexy. Kneeling before him with her hands bound and all that red hair framing her sated face was a picture he could live with forever.

"You're not too bad yourself,” she said with that voice that shook him to the core.

He guessed it was time to admit that he had fallen hard for her even though it had only been four days since they met. He laughed, stealing a glance toward Ice Princess. Thankfully, she slept quietly.

Moving around Tracy, he reached for her wrists and unfastened the hobbles. “Next time I'll use that flogger on your pretty little ass.” He picked up the whip he had dropped earlier. “Would you like that?” he asked against her ear.

She looked over her shoulder. “Next time?” Her eyes grew dark with desire and interest. The woman was a sexual delight.

Hell yes. There would be a next time—tonight or morning.

The image of her moaning beneath his touch as he stroked her body with leather made his cock twitch. “I'm not through with you and the night's still young.” Looping his hands beneath her arms, he helped her to her feet.

She turned around to face him, moving her wrists up and down as if they were stiff. “What do you mean? The night is gone—it's early morning, Tuesday. In several hours the sun will be rising."

Tossing the whip and hobbles toward his medical bag, he reached for one of her wrists and began to massage it. “Then we still have time.” He hadn't had enough of her—he might never have enough.

"Thank you.” She sighed. “Mmmm ... That feels good. Although I would have never thought to use hobbles as handcuffs.” Her expression went from contentment to amusement to contemplation. “Time for what?"

He slid his gaze over her. “Time for me to strip you naked and fuck you."

"Oh no.” She shook her head pulling out of his embrace. “We've pressed our luck as it is. Besides I'll tell you what time it is, it's time to change the IV.” For the moment she was right. The IV was down to its last drip.

"But I want you again.” The proof was in his hardening cock. He brushed his finger across the sensitive skin as he eased himself inside his jeans.

She watched as he tucked in his shirt and zipped his jeans. Laughter danced in her eyes as she stared at his growing bulge. “Looks like a personal problem."

"Personal? Not on your life, darlin'.” He fastened the button to his pants and then his belt. “I plan on sharing some problem solving techniques I've learned with you shortly."

She chuckled, pivoting. Approaching his medical case, she gathered the hobbles and flogger and stuffed them into the bag.

"Hiding evidence?” he teased.

"Someone has to keep their head on straight. Oh my.” Her voice rose with a hint of feign surprise. “What's this?” She held a tube of KY Jelly. “Boy Scout training? Prepared for any emergency?"

He held up three fingers and saluted. “C'mon darlin'."

Tracy couldn't help bursting into laughter. What a scoundrel. “I'd give you a hand, but you have two and a tube of lubricant. I'd say you have all you need.” She turned her back to him, returning the jelly and extracting the IV bags she needed.

As she stood, his warm body pressed against her. His arms snaked around her waist. “You're being cruel.” She loved the gravelly texture of his voice.

"I'm being realistic.”
Liar
. Her words said one thing, her body another. Leaning into him she rubbed against him. “Now let me get to work."

Regretfully, he released her and stepped aside.

She paused briefly before moving. Immediately she went to work exchanging the IV. Next she took the horse's vitals. Dolan picked up his hat, squaring it on his head. Leaning against a post, he stood back and watched. His gaze followed her every move, not like he was scrutinizing her, but admiringly.

"You have beautiful hands."

"What?” She pulled the stethoscope out of her ears and let it snap around her neck, the end lying between her breasts.

"Beautiful hands. Feminine but confident."

She smiled liking the thought that he saw her as more than a woman, but as a colleague. Tracy stood stretching; a long drawn-out yawn followed.

"Tired?"

"A little.” No. Make that a lot. She hadn't slept well since she relocated to California—not since she met Dolan Crane.

Her pulse leaped as he pushed away from the post toward her. Muscles slinked beneath his tight T-shirt. Each step sensual and predatory meant to drive her out of her mind and damned if it wasn't working. She felt hot all over.

He weaved his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her neck to pull her closer. “Why don't you lie down?” He smoothed his cheek against hers. Her eyelids closed. “I'll stay up with Ice Princess."

She inhaled his masculine scent. Hot. Spicy. “No, she's my responsibility.” Her words were breathy as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She nibbled lightly on his earlobe before tracing a path of kisses down his throat.

"Mmmm. Darlin', don't start something you don't intend to finish."

What was she thinking? He was right. Too easily she could get lost in his arms. Their moment of insanity was over. “We should talk."

"Not tonight. Sleep,” he insisted.

"But—"

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Let it go for now, Tracy.” She heard the finality in his voice. It wouldn't do her any good to press the issue.

Without another word, she exited the corral and took a seat on the bale of straw outside. Again, he was right. They both were tired. Squirming, she tried to find a comfortable position, but every which way she moved she was poked with blades of straw. The fencing behind her was cold and hard against her back. The cot was looking better and better. Not to mention her eyelids were heavy.

Dolan sat beside her. “Come here.” He eased her into his arms and against his chest. She snuggled closer, finding both comfort and peace as she laid her head on his shoulder. A contented sigh pushed from her lips.

The neigh of horses jerked Tracy awake. It took her a moment to recall where she was. Her uncle's barn—Ice Princess—Dolan.

Damn. She'd fallen asleep.

The blanket tucked around her as she lay on the cot was soft, the pillow beneath her head even softer. Eyelids heavy, she'd give anything for five more minutes, but the sweet scent of oats and the thump of hay as work-hands tossed feed into the bins shook her further awake.

Had Dolan put her to bed?

Sitting up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes. It seemed everyone was up but her. There was a buzz of activity. Several horses were tethered outside their corrals. While they munched on breakfast several groomers wiped them down.

"Easy, girl.” Dolan's deep, sensual voice touched her ears, but he wasn't speaking to her. Ice Princess was the target of his attention as she struggled to stand. Big brown eyes filled with fatigue widened. Legs quivered beneath her. “That's it. Nice and slow."

Tracy threw back the covers, getting to her feet, eager to help, but by the time she made it into the corral the mare was standing.

Dolan patted the horse's neck. “Good girl.” His smile was deliberate and sultry as he greeted Tracy. “Good morning."

Wow. He looked wonderful, while she felt like shit. Sauntering up to him, the horse between them, she couldn't help but wonder if she looked as bad as she felt. “Morning. I'm sorry."

"No apologies. I just got up myself."

She glanced at the cot beside hers and saw that it hadn't been disturbed. “Liar.” In fact, new IVs had been started and the stethoscope around his neck revealed he'd already taken the mare's vitals.

He flashed another drop-dead smile that made Tracy melt inside.